And in our line of work, we all the help we can get Tony Wind is the name, he works for a ring in Central America Who to kill him? No information, say yes or no One point five Alright, you get what you want -- no object all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable And there are explosive head bullets, in the
[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here the cop man Yo Starks come here, here Sun here for a minute! Aiyyo aiyyo up hold up we gotta go to the store for more baking soda Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this made of nig! Get your big off my moms table man! Get the off it man. Yo chill man, pass the Cristal man. Niggaz is man, damn. Big ass shits. Yo man you smoking none of that weed in here man. man.
Bobby Somebody go to the man Sup Get that soda. (Yo!) Let's cut the pie five (Noodles) We off with two mil kid Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt through) La nostra (Johnny Blaze!) (Lou Diamonds!) kid. (Tony Starks) Universal (Original claat bad bwoys)
Chorus: Man
Who come to get you? None. They guns! I be the to set off shit, last to run Wu together as one I call my brother Sun he shine like one
Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny
it Scriptures hit the body like off shotties Like my hair notty and my snotty a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably Burn like the of Mogabi, for real nuttin fraudulent here, we pioneer Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you it Information out your faucets, hmmmmm Time to your crown and leave the ground There's a new sheriff in holdin it down the two holster, shit shot smoker Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the Wild in the West, a of my culture And life is the test, up Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin And the one is death, back to the essence With that you stressin, this rap profession Now peep Tical, the son of the Isle plus my style, pays The times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze
Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou
goes for niggaz who know Wu will grow llello, ley no Plus coolin in Ricaans be me much shit, the dutch shit cool papi, seize it with enough shit Back at the lab a, bagged up Yo niggaz act up, what up the workers if they hafta Senoritas, fuckin up a storm guards margaritas Suckin his dick, up in the whip Designed for prime nigga jail time jiggas niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain Jakes beware rap millionaires Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin year One eight hundred niggaz yeah
Wu together as one I call my Sun 'cause he shine like one
Verse RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels
Solid gold crown is Solid gold, it Sun yo Solid gold be shinin and blindin like some diamonds I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver Double breasted, bullet proof vested, protected The heart the rib cage the chest and plexus Castin stones, two-hundred and six bones And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and How dare you approach it dim pones The overfiend like noah bean green with a soldier mean The exquisite imperial wizard oh is it The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a Local bio-chemical, giant, the black general Lickin shots to Crockett on the bicentennial Happen millenium two thousand microchips two of penicillin goes up adrenalin son it's time for boutin It's a mileage resemblin who like followin Trapped inside your like a genie inside the bottle
Four: Master Killer
God steppin upon holy down of the track It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm attack So I to bite down on the mic So the pain of the track deny the fact That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an That hurts the who tries to visual-ize under 'cause I strike, like Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, unbearable My wisdom fucks up respiratorial are fractured by the killa tactics Style is ragged and thoughts are mad the entity, my vicinity Is three and sixty degrees of humidity Represent the school of knocks and glocks my Clan is hoss and got mad moss for so Feel the of impact from the iron side of The gat as I attack the From the side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome Watch a nigga get blown out his dome piece, deceased, to rest
Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Starks
Yo, aiyyo I got to serve my way, move give me room Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, a broom Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta Sold only new vocal cords I heard on Gef So step back, to the lab at, high My teammate, enhance cells well like a Fuck horado pablos plan growas Goodfellas we know, sellas become novels The man rockin bands, silk scarves and jams Early british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams The laser vocalist does well at symphonies Bad days, watch me snatch ice outta Tiffany's Remember them kids that off with 8 million Robbed the and I labelled in royal pavillions Them flower heads have been stupid Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get wit all that loot kid jet money, undaground money Submarines and rings too bad you up dummies
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